W.W. took care of our registration, sending our forms through the internet but there was still papers to be delivered and others to be signed. So I took lunch time to visit the Doors to Ancient Wisdom. Yes, imagine what a bore I was getting into.
It was the last day for registration, so there was a little queue. Before I asked anyone, the attractive young lady standing at the end of the line, seeing the lost and confused expression in my face as I approached, smiled and asked me:
“Are you new here?” Yes… “I had to drop the course in the middle of the last semester, so we’re going to be in the same class, I guess.” Really? “I’m April.” I’m August… “What!?” You’re kidding me?” No…
She was called and left me with no further comment, but before entering the room she looked back, waved her hand and smiled at me.
I was called into another room and didn’t meet her again when I came out.
We missed classes on that which would be the first day at the philosophy night school. At least I discovered it was a serious course after all.
Nadine, a fine friend told us. She entered the bar as we were paying our bill. It was no hard decision to stay. Both W.W. and I had a crush on her, and we never managed coming to a compromise on how should we deal with it, she was amazed to know later that evening.
Her nowadays ex-husband was a lecturer at the Doors to Ancient Wisdom and Dean at the city University and worked on a covenant that enabled the short term courses to get credit recognition for the regular university program.
W.W. made a few calls and in a few minutes we were reunited with some of the hardcore members of our once large and lousy crowd.
Nostalgia was set in. We could not believe how, with a few exceptions, everyone had got so distant from each other.
Stories, some of them, were remembered, mostly with joy and enthusiasm. I got dizzy with the first cigarettes in almost five years.
Some regrettable events showed up, recalling reasons that contributed to the chilling of some relations. I had been lowering my daily smoking and finally quitted when I started dating Olivia.
The whole table cracked laughing when I was seriously trying to make a point on why there couldn’t possibly exist an animal with more than six legs that could have wings and fly. That made me aware that it was time I stopped drinking and got home while I still had some reasoning left to give explanations, though I really didn’t think they would be asked.